The boy was half beside himself,—the sire,
All frankness, honour, and Helvetian fire,
Of speedy parting would not hear him speak;
And tears bedewed and brightened Julia’s cheek.
“Thus, loth to wound their hospitable pride,
A month he promised with them to abide;
As blithe he trode the mountain-sward as they,
And felt his joy make e’en the young more gay.
How jocund was their breakfast-parlour fanned
By yon blue water’s breath,—their walks how bland!